rats!

I don’t really like spiders, but I’ve learned to tolerate them. But rats? I’m sorry but they just gross me out. I remember back when I was living my parents throwing out the trash and screaming and running down the block when I’d see a rat in the alley.

Friday night I was at my house and getting a glass of water in the kitchen and I hear this strange scratching noise. At first, I thought that it was the locos trying on my roof trying to scare me. I look at the ceiling and the noise starts to get louder. A few seconds later, a rat comes flying out of the corner (from the ceiling!), lands and runs toward me. Naturally I start screaming and run into my living room still screaming because it was nasty (and flying!). I stand in my living room with the door to the other half of my house closed (where the rat is) and stay there for a few minutes hoping that the rat may run out of the house through the back gate. Eventually, I head into the kitchen with a broom and a chair. I throw the chair into the kitchen thinking that maybe the noise will scare the rat out…nothing. I run into the kitchen with the broom, pick the chair up and stand on the chair. I decide to start hitting the refrigerator with the broom because that is probably the only place where the rat would hide. Nothing. I finally get the courage to get on the floor and see if the rat in under the fridge or under the table. I didn’t see anything so I am guessing that the rat left. But that didn’t prevent me from shutting all the doors and freak out every time I heard a scratching sound.